Today is the day that the Placing Results of the Student Selection Exam were out and guess what, it started with a joke but seems like I will become a dentist. I made it into Erciyes University Dentistry Faculty.
It’s common knowledge that studying dentistry is way the most pocket-burning one. I’ll see about that by first-hand experiences.
As far as I heard from an older bro who studies dentistry, you always keep asking yourself during your the very first months of the first year “why dentistry? why not a damn normal engineering but dentistry?”, but after that you start being fellow-fellow with patients, eat your toast in cafeteria with them, they tell you about their family problems, you give them advices, blah blah ..
The lessons start by a hard Latin in them and without even realizing what’s going on, you go into the preclinic laboratory to make teeth from soap. Your eyes do get used to soap time after time although you’ll have to walk around with red eyes like you just cried, but some time later you’ll also walk around like you’re the best sculptor in the country. “Teeth?! Come on! I can make a bicycle out of soap!” .. like this.
Second year, people will stay a meter away from you since you’ll smell like you have bathed in an acryl cauldron and you’ll also have to make your homeworks windows wide-open in the middle of a cold winter putting cloth on cloth on you, because the other people in the house won’t be so happy with the smell (they’ll be studying clean engineerings, ofcourse they’d be annoyed) .. You’ll write lyrics comprising from “I hate it, I hate it, dentistry? Why is it? Why is it? I hate it, la la la la laaa, I hate this ..” while you’ll be making your homework for tomorrow in the middle of the night at 3 a.m. And it will depend on the mood your professor would be in, that either he’ll accept your work or simply say a “do it again” .. You’ll start singing that song again.
Third year would be like the second one. You’ll just develop this song of yours into a better one with a better rythim.
You’ll spend your time running around trying to find a patient to use not to fail the exam at your fourth year. By the phone you’ll beg them to come when you’re about to have an important exam and your patient is having tea with her middle-aged friends at an at-home day.
Fifth year is the last one. After graduation you stay at home in front of tv watching it like an idiot since you’re in an empitiness, not knowing what to do but it won’t take so long and you’ll find a job somehow inshaallah.
The end of the story.
Wait for me Kayseri.
May Allah (c.c.) help us achieve the best.
k.t. from Turkiye, Istanbul, arigatou minna-san!





